Lawn stared. 'Keel?' he said. In his other hand he was holding the world's biggest syringe.
"Can't be. They buried John Keel. You know they did, said Vimes. He saw the huge instrument in the man's hand. What the hell were you going to do with that?'
Baste a turkey, as a matter of fact. Look, who are you, then, because you look like—
'Grab all your midwifing stuff and come with me now, said Vimes. 'All those funny tools you said worked so well. Bring 'em all. Right now. And I'll make you the richest doctor that ever lived, said Vimes, a man wearing nothing but mud and blood.
Lawn gestured weakly towards the kitchen. 'I'll just have to take the turkey out-